Monday, July 16, 2012

Friends...














I wished to fly
And you became my feathers

Whenever, I want to flow
You were all around like zephyr

Even though, I don’t speak much
Yet you understand everything through my eyes

Those times, when I felt low
You were always there to hold me

We used to fought on petty things
But always ended up laughing

Anywhere, I failed
You were there to celebrate

Sometimes, life seemed uneasy
But you protected me from all

Now, recalling every little thing, I feel proud that
We are not lovers, but actually, FRIENDS.

13 comments:

  1. Ruchi,

    A very nice tribute to friendship.

    Take care

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  2. Tender and beautiful. The definition of a friend!

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  3. Very lovely words on what is that makes having a true friend so wonderful. :) Cheers to you.

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  4. This is a wonderful poem about marvelous friendship.

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  5. Friends are easy to get but difficult to find. Real friends are the ones you had described and are the most rare. Nice verse Ruchi!

    Hank

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  6. hmhm... an honest flow of thoughts... :)

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